I DREAMED INDIA INTO EXISTENCE
My first three months in India went by very quickly. As my visa was about to expire, I decided to go to Delhi where I would either find a way to extend it or travel to Nepal and obtain a new one there. I met a young sadhu while waiting for the train in Nasik, north of Bombay. We struck up a quick friendship and managed to communicate despite the fact that neither of us had command of the other’s language. What we did have in common was our long hair.
Thumping himself on the chest, and shaking the dreadlocks that hung halfway down his back, he called himself a Naga Baba